Overlooked: Human Trafficking of Indigenous People (Not Our Native Daughters)
Visit the website: Not Our Native Daughters In the whispers of the wind, a tale unfolds, Of missing souls, their stories left untold, A haunting lament, through the ages it flies, Of indigenous women and children, lost in the skies. Mystic breezes carry their names on their breath, Echoing across lands, whispering the depth, Of sorrow and loss, of shattered dreams, Where silence reigns, and justice teems. The wind's mournful wail, a solemn refrain, For the daughters and sisters, who can't...